Gemotions

"So... this is what you've been up to?" Clara's voice was barely a whisper. She stared at the printout on the dining table, her hands clenched into fists. Mark stood across from her, his expression unreadable. She felt a wave of nausea, a dizzying sensation of being tossed about at sea.

She had spent years believing they were partners. He had always been so careful, so dedicated to their shared financial goals. All the sacrifices, all the compromises, felt like a waste. A fraud.

The room around her seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes, a prelude to tears.